Old man, says "Maybe I'm too old to fight
But I'm a pretty nice guy
I wouldn't want to fight at all
In fact, I want peace all the time
And no one gives that a try."
And I said "You're right."

Speak of, speak of going anywhere
Just downstairs and there
And you make out that if it's bad enough
Then it has got to be good
On his quotation I would

Love might lose and I'm counting
I'm playing blues to a bird on a mountain
And now the singing's coming back cause I'm shouting
And what she said we did, we did

Say all, say all this interrupting me
Is corrupting me down
Down to where the black ice grows
Down where nobody knows
And everywhere you look is below

You stare, you stare, I look, I swear
And you're not even there
You're staring into my head
You're staring, saying there is a piece of me now
Which can be easily led
And to which I said:

Love might lose and I'm counting
I'm playing blues to a bird on a mountain
And now the singing's coming back cause I'm shouting
And what she said we did, we did

And then I saw him buried at the bottom
As someone reached for the head of the column
And if our trip goes out of synch we're always solemn

Love might lose and I'm counting
I'm playing blues to a bird on a mountain
And now the singing's coming back cause I'm shouting
And now the singing's coming back cause I'm shouting
I'm playing blues to the bird... on a mountain

And now the singing's coming back 'cause it's all below
Call the singing white 'cause it's caked in snow
Singing's coming back, and what it had it lacked
Cause the singing's coming back as an echo-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.